No matter how much he looked like the carefree Sammy from his dreams, the one who'd been rolling around in the grass with the awkward grace of a giant octopus baby, the one who'd grinned impishly when Dean spit out his first mouthful of ice-cream on tasting that the topping wasn't chocolate sauce but BBQ, the Sam sitting beside his bed no longer was that little brother. 4x16 Coda